Two years ago, Santa stopped by our house on the 23rd of December, leaving a note and a new pair of pajamas for each of our girls. We parents may have forgotten this happened, but our girls have not. And they reminded us that if they got in the bathtub, Santa would probably stop by, as a special treat just for them.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
You know, anytime I think I'm going to get all fancy with Christmas cards, I am struck by the humility stick in the form of uncooperative children. My vision this year was a sort of modified photobooth layout with each person in our family holding a word from the phrase "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." Six words. Six people. Great idea.
And then I tried to implement my vision.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Or maybe not-so-silent night, depending on your perspective. For Christmas Eve, we had two families of friends over to join us in a delicious meal (thank you, Bonnie and Angela) and delightful program. We had purple shepherds, carefully guarding their sheep.
We love him because he is nice.
Monday, December 5, 2011
She loved it. (Please ignore the honest pictures of the messy room.)
My sister Annie joined us for polka-dotted presents and hamburgers, Naomi's favorite.
We followed up with a teeny-tiny party. This is quite possibly the easiest birthday party theme on the planet. Make teeny tiny food, turn traditional party games (bingo, pin the tail on the donkey, don't eat pete, treasure hunt, bowling, etc.) into their teeny-tiny counterparts, and send out teeny tiny invitations. Perfect.
So, Happy Birthday, my favorite second child. I can't believe you've grown from this. . .
. . . to this. . .
. . . to this . . .
. . . to this.